Four fang wolves were shot dead in quick succession. The remaining three finally sensed the threat of death and no longer approached the skylight. But the fang wolves clearly didn’t understand the concept of range.

　　Twang!

　　Brian Sullivan's accuracy with the hand crossbow was no less than that of a professional, especially at close range—every shot hit its mark. An arrow struck a fang wolf in the eye, brain matter oozing out, killing it instantly.

　　Twang!

　　Another arrow flew out, another fang wolf was shot in the eye and died on the spot.

　　Even the last fang wolf, as lacking in intelligence as it was, knew it had to retreat. Yet it seemed unwilling, backing up two steps before turning to snarl twice at Brian Sullivan.

　　As it turned, it was met with a crossbow bolt.

　　Twang!

　　The arrow pierced precisely into its left eye, straight into the brain.

　　The last fang wolf was also killed.

　　One person, unscathed, killed seven seemingly ferocious fang wolves, feeling no pressure at all. All that was left was to collect the bodies, but Brian Sullivan was afraid of burrowing bugs and didn’t dare get out of the vehicle recklessly. He chose instead to use the bulldozer blade to scoop up the seven fang wolves and continued driving through the ruins of the county town.

　　The ruins, blocked by crumbling walls, grew larger and larger in scale. There was even a building with half collapsed and half still standing tall. The ground was no longer covered with thick rubble and yellow sand; occasionally, patches of concrete street could be seen.

　　Clearly, burrowing bugs couldn’t tunnel through this place.

　　Brian Sullivan lingered on the street for a while, making sure there was no danger before cautiously getting out of the vehicle. Ever since encountering the burrowing bugs, he no longer trusted the yellow sand beneath his feet.

　　Unfortunately, the radar couldn’t scan for movement underground, making things much less safe.

　　Quickly hauling a fang wolf carcass, Brian Sullivan hurried back into the vehicle—inside was where he felt safest. Just as he had analyzed the burrowing bugs, Brian Sullivan began to study the fang wolves.

　　He finally reached a conclusion.

　　Fang wolves: a mutated canine species, low intelligence, fast movement, weak combat ability, but extremely fierce in temperament.

　　Similarly, Brian Sullivan cut off a piece of fang wolf meat and fried it with extra oil. After taking a bite, sure enough, within minutes his whole body began to feel hot and restless, and the activity in his body increased slightly, the effect even greater than that of the burrowing bug meat.

　　So, in his records on fang wolves, Brian Sullivan added: Meat is edible, contains a small amount of activity.

　　After some thought, he added another note: Tastes worse than dog meat, but better than burrowing bug meat.

　　……

　　After eating some fang wolf meat, he guided the King Kong to exercise its activity for a while.

　　Time passed to evening. The sun began to set in the west, the glow of sunset filling half the sky, sweeping away the gloom of previous days. Brian Sullivan climbed onto the roof of the King Kong, enjoying the breeze and the beautiful scenery for a moment.

　　As the sun disappeared below the horizon, Brian Sullivan suddenly realized that he truly was living in a post-apocalyptic world.

　　Here were harsh natural conditions, ferocious mutated monsters, and the ruins of a once-civilized world.

　　Perhaps there were other survivors like Brian Sullivan.

　　Without the King Kong, how did they struggle to survive in this world?

　　Brian Sullivan didn’t know.

　　In his heart, he longed to meet other survivors, to prove that humanity had not gone extinct. Yet he also didn’t want to meet any—maybe wandering the apocalypse alone was the life he truly desired.

　　Six years of preparation had all been for this day.

　　The last blaze of sunset faded from the sky, darkness fell completely, and Brian Sullivan had already returned to the King Kong, squatting on the ground to polish the fang wolf’s fangs.

　　The fang wolf’s teeth were truly impressive, each one as long as the distance from wrist to elbow, one on each side. They were a dark silvery color with a metallic sheen, a kind of bone very much like metal. Compared to the burrowing bug’s pincers, they were even sturdier. Brian Sullivan tried using an alloy knife, but could only scratch the surface of the fangs.

　　It seemed that, whether fang wolf or burrowing bug, this part of the bone had been strengthened by activity, making it far harder than any other part of the body.

　　“Like metal?”

　　“The King Kong is also metal.”

　　“Does metal have the highest activity?”

　　Brian Sullivan seemed to be searching for a connection, but couldn’t quite figure it out. Unable to solve the puzzle, he continued polishing the fangs. Brian Sullivan really liked this pair of fangs and planned to make them into daggers to carry with him.

　　In ancient times, tribal chiefs would wear the teeth and bones of their prey as ornaments to show off their strength. Now, Brian Sullivan was doing the same.

　　He used a file to grind a circle around the base of the fang, then welded a ring of iron sheet to wrap the broken part. Soon, a fang dagger was finished.

　　As for the other fang, Brian Sullivan simply kept it as a spare. He still had six more fang wolves and twelve more fangs outside.

　　After playing with it for a while and seeing it was getting late, Brian Sullivan lay down on his small bed, hugged his laptop, and prepared to play some games before sleeping.

　　Survival is also a kind of life.

　　Having grown used to a life of electricity and technology, Brian Sullivan had no desire to live like a primitive man. He had prepared several cell phones and laptops, but unfortunately, none could connect to the internet.

　　No signal could be found anymore.

　　Even the satellite signals in the sky—Brian Sullivan had tried searching for them with radio equipment, but still found nothing.

　　Brian Sullivan speculated that it wasn’t just Wuwei, not just Anhui, not just China—perhaps the entire world had already been wiped out by the disaster storm brought by the meteor shower.